#ez reyes fanfiction

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Protective dad mode is switched on for EZ at the local grocery story when an old lady oversteps. As always my stories are 18+.

Ez was all smiles as he situated his baby girl in the grocery cart. He had practically had to pry her out of your hands demanding you take a well deserved break. Get a shower and nap in while he took the baby out for a bit. They had already made their rounds at the clubhouse, his pops butcher shop and the local park.

"Alright little one. Lets get some groceries to make mommy a well deserved home cooked meal." stated Ez as he pushed the cart looking down at his little girls big brown eyes and little smile as she cooed at him and waved her little hands around. "Get her some flowers that are just as beautiful as her you say? Why I think that is an excellent idea" continued Ez as he stopped in the floral aisle.

Keeping his hand on the cart he turned slightly to look over the arrangements. Finding a bouquet of your favorite Transvaal Daises he was turning to put them in the cart when he heard a voice behind him.

"Oh isn't she just adorable" cooed an older woman as she caressed the babies cheeks. Ez clenched his jaw but kept his voice calm as he spoke. "Thank you. Please don't touch my baby" he stated as he moved himself between the woman and his cart. "No need to be rude" grumbled the woman as she sent him a glare. "No need to touch a strangers baby wither but you did" retorted Ez more aggressive now as he moved to push the cart away to continue his shopping.

"Well I never" exclaimed the woman as she clutched at her nonexistent pearls. "Now you have mam. Have a day" replied Ez shooting her a smile. "I bet you stole this child" exclaimed the woman as she made a grab for the cart as she started screeching for help. "The hell is the matter with you" demanded Ez as he grabbed the woman's wrist and yanked her off the cart and let her drop to the ground as store employees arrived.

3 Hours later

"Sorry I'm late" called Ez as you opened the door to him with a shake of your head. "Don't worry. Coco called and explained you got yourself into a scuffle with a little old lady. Barely survived the attack. He thought you might bleed out on the way to the hospital" you joked recounting the story your Older brother had told you when he appeared at your door with your daughter and no Ez in sight. Ez rolled his eyes as he kissed your cheek. "Pretty much what happened" he stated as he carried the take out bags in with him. No one messes with our daughter when poppa bear is around".

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Sinfully Delicious - An EZ Reyes/Reader Smut Short.

I was feeling a certain way about EZ all day, so now you can, too! Especially since people say there isn't enough in the way of stories about him out there, yet he remains one of my least reacted with smut subjects?! Anyway, hot filth below, so go enjoy!

Words - 836

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

EZ Reyes. He’s the only man who has ever had such a profound effect upon you, that just looking at him ignites your arousal. You can feel your cunt fluttering with the longing for him, to feel him, your skin craving the heat of his against it.

When you find yourself falling into fantasies, your body responds, just the very thought of him inside you making you wet, your inner walls aching, needing to feel his cock pushing into you deep.  

When you finally get him, you almost don’t know how to react, though. With your fantasy right there before you, kisses of scorching heat landing upon your mouth and his hand gliding up your bare leg, your brain goes to static completely.  

“Fuck,” he grunts, reaching the drenched fabric of your underwear. “You’re absolutely soaking.” His words are delivered on a hungry grunt, gently biting your lower lip with a groan, his fingertips fighting past the sodden garment to stroke your folds. “God, that feels so good and It’s only my fingers."

His touch glides over your clit, and you buck into his hand, gasping, EZ smiling against your lips. “That feel nice, beautiful? Yeah, is that how you want me to touch you, play with this pretty little clit until you come hard for me, hmm? Or do you need something inside of you?” His words have you mindless, only capable of using sounds, and he knows it, knows he’s winding you tightly. “Maybe I should give you both, huh?”  

Pushing you back against the counter he has you sitting upon, he pulls off your undies, lowering his head to your heat, his fingers pushing inside you as his tongue begins to lay licks over your aching bud, his breaths hot and sharp against you. “God, you taste amazing. So fucking sweet.”  

It burns golden through you, each lick firming, his fingers rooting deep as your cunt streams over them, his lips wrapping to suck upon you.  

“Oh, please don’t stop! Fuck, that feels so good!”  

He looks up at you, eyes gleaming. “Finally found your voice, huh? That’s good, cuz’ I’m all set to hear you wail pretty for me, beautiful.” When he sucks on you again, you do, your voice breaking on a cry, the lewd sounds of him feasting on your clit filling the air, peppered by his grunts. The squelch of his fingers pounding into your pussy overtakes the other noises, the erotic orchestra loudening, your nails dug into his thick shoulders as you mewl, your hips shaking violently.

He’s better than you ever could have dreamed of. 

“Fuck, I'm so fucking hard, baby. Let me give you my dick, right now. I gotta be in you,” he pants, the desire in his eyes meeting yours as you pull your dress and bra off, EZ shedding the rest of his clothes. A cock of impressive size bobs free of his jeans, the bunched fabric kicked from his ankles along with his white boxers.  

“Yeah,” you gasp, reaching for him, steering him to your streaming opening. “I need to have you in me just as badly.” He pushes, and with one fluid thrust, he’s filling you, your cry muted by his mouth, his hands grasping your thighs as you draw your knees up, that hot, veiny hardness inching into you deeper. His eyes fall down, your gaze following, watching at how the liquid silk of your cunt bathes his cock, glossing the dark skin, glinting over each ridge before it vanishes within you again.  

“Like how that big dick feels all up in you deep, querida? Fuck, you feel so good.” Once again, he has you rendered mindless, his mouth claiming yours in kisses gilded in honey and embers, his rhythm exquisite, giving you exactly what you need.

He drags your walls slow and hard, sparks scraping, the fill of him mind-melting as you clutch at his muscles, the chiselled bulk of him hotter than you could ever imagine.  

Adding speed, he meets your need with keen thrusts, filling you wholly, glimmers shooting through you as his hips rut you with force, mouth moving to kiss a constellation over your neck. He hits you at every angle and depth, so deep you feel as if galaxies are collapsing and igniting again within you, pleasure bursting over your nerves as you cry out ferally.  

“Come on, baby,” he pants, tongue swirling with yours, his nails digging into your flesh. “Let me feel this pretty little cunt come around me. Yeah, that’s it. Come all over my dick.”  

He fucks you in brutal frenzy, his trailer beginning to shake with the force of it, your nails clawing at his back as frost chills your blood, only for the flames of your undoing to melt it as your orgasm races through you. He twitches, teeth clamping onto your neck, spilling hot and deep within your fluttering walls, his groan all smoke and grit.  

How sinfully delicious it is, when fantasy lives up to reality.  

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 3

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 611

Summary: While the club puts together a plan, you have a small chat with Nestor.

Warnings: None

A/N: This part is just a filler, sorry if that’s disappointing! Action coming soon! 💥

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EZ jumped off his bike, you did the same and before you knew it he was storming towards the clubhouse. You were barely able to keep up with his pace. Thankfully, he stopped for you at the door. “I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise. Until then I can’t risk leaving you alone—“

“Want me to stay with Felipe? Or do you want one of the guys watching me when you’re not around?” You assumed those were your options and that was more than fine with you. You were not comfortable being alone after that and had intentions to have this conversation anyways.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to stay by yourself again. It was such a terrifying and traumatic experience, being kidnapped and manhandled in the worse way possible to put it lightly was enough to have you scared of what could happen if the Burning Souls managed to grab you again. Especially knowing they’re after the club and revel in attacking the club’s loved ones.

“Neither. I want you with me. Those bastards aren’t taking you ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and nodded. You should have known that would have been his response but it took you by surprise anyway.

EZ ushered you into the clubhouse. The guys were doing the usual — drinking, playing cards, playing pool, telling jokes and talking about past memories. All that came to a halt when the Vice President bellowed, “Templo. Now!” He didn’t wait for response, angrily entering their meeting room and taking a seat at the table. Everyone looked at you for a clue or something so they could understand Ezekiel’s anger. When their eyes landed on you, they immediately understood and hurried to their seats.

You could tell in the way they moved and how their expressions changed — they were pissed too.

You took a seat at the bar once the room emptied.

Of course, Nestor watched the whole thing go down but he was more concerned with reading your body language. Nestor slid you a water. He figured after all you just went through you needed to hydrate.

The glass clinking on the bar top caught your attention. In all honesty, you had completely forgotten about Nestor still being in the room. You eyed the glass of clear liquid. “I’m not really in the mood for alcohol.” You slid the glass back to him and he shook his head.

“It’s water. You look dehydrated. Trust me I know the look.” He slid the glass to you once more. You studied Nestor. Despite it being months since his prospecting began, it still felt weird to you seeing him in a kutte instead of a fancy outfit or suit.

“I know you’ve seen a lot of shit. So tell me, what would you be doing if you weren’t here?” You attempted to take your mind off the matter at hand plus you enjoyed Nestor’s company, despite the club’s opinion and feelings. You genuinely didn’t understand the tension between them and Nestor.

“You’re right. I have seen a lot of shit. So have you. So has everyone in this town.” Nestor paused, the wheels turning in his head. He could tell he could trust you; hell, he already did. “Literally anything else.” He cracked a smile. You couldn’t help but notice he had a nice smile, made him look relaxed. You chuckled at his little joke.

“Ain’t that the truth.” You nodded in agreement.

It was that moment that the club came flooding into the room. A thickness filled the room. You knew they had a plan, a brutal and bloody plan.

General Taglist: @kmc1989

EZ Reyes Taglist: @zaenight

[drabbles-mc]

On the Run

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, angst

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: colorful

Word Count: 500

A/N: unwell about him, truly

For the longest time it felt like the only color he could see was red. In his clothes, on his hands, behind his eyelids when they were closed. It was inescapable, the blood that coated everything. There was no one to blame for it but himself, either. It was a mess of his own making.

He tried to run away from it. Days spent on the run trying to get as far away from it as possible turned into weeks. Weeks of constantly looking back over his shoulder, like he was leaving a trail of blood behind him that was going to lead them all right to him. It’d serve him right, and he knew that, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from trying to outrun fate.

But no one could run forever, not even EZ. Eventually, he got tired. Eventually, he had to find a place to land, even if it was only temporary. He did his best to lay low—a skill that he hadn’t put to good use in far too long. And he was doing well with it, too, until the day that he ran into you.

The first time he hadn’t thought anything of it. He’d noticed you, but no more than he made notice of anyone else. The interaction was over as quickly as it started, and you both went on with your days. You weren’t the first person he’d had a brief run-in since he paused, you wouldn’t end up being the last either. What you were, though, was one of the only people he was running into over and over again.

It got to a point where it felt wrong to not ask for his name. It felt worth it to have something to call him if you were going to keep passing, a little closer than ships in the night. He hadn’t thought far enough ahead to give you a false one. He’d kicked himself for it all the way back to the room he was crashing in. Kicked himself for it the day after that, too. He regretted it all the way until he heard you call it out from a few yards away down the sidewalk.

He lifted his head at the sound, expecting to feel fear shoot down his spine but instead, when he saw you standing there, waving with a smile on your face as you continued towards him, he felt the knot in his gut start to loosen for the first time in months. And when you stopped in front of him with a comfortable, “Hey, Ezekiel,” it was the first time in a long time that he could remember the world being covered in more than just red.

Your hand grazed his arm and his world finally got the rest of its colors back. But all he could think as he tried to get your name out in return was how much he was going to miss it all when it was gone again.

[bullet-prooflove]

Partners: EZ Reyes x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @oureternalbond @wakeama @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @perverteddreamss @keyweegirlie @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @the-wandering-lunatic @alwaysachorusgirl @anime-weeb-4-life @multifandomloversworld @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @adaydreamaway08 @stressed-chas @spookyboogyuniverse @spaghettificationandpretzels @thanossexual @thebaileybugle @bonsaijoons @sclitvdes @appreciatelove @weiwei0210 @justreblogginfics @irishavengersassemble @keyweegirlie @zaenight @wolfiekru

Story Arc:

The Water Tower - EZ tells you a secret.

Pound of Flesh - EZ realises the situation with your debt has taken a violent turn.

"you have my life in your hands" - EZ pays off your debt.

Drinking Tonight - EZ reflects on his decision.

It’s you that texts EZ, not the other way around. He doesn’t know what to expect when he steps into the bar. There’s a trepidation in his chest because whilst the two of you weren’t talking, your relationship is in stasis. It’s the reason he’s kept his head down over the past few days, given you a little space because the truth is he doesn’t want what he has with you to end. He knows that’s what’s going to happen now you’ve broken the stalemate. You’re going to give him his stuff back and tell him that it’s over.

In his heart he knows that he would do it all over again. He can’t stand the idea of you being broken like that, having to trade your body to pay off the interest of a loan that you didn’t ask for.

When he enters the bar, you’re sitting at one of the tables near the juke box. The machine is unplugged, the glass panel still smashed. Someone has helped repair the shelves that lined the back wall of the bar, Riz he thinks, he remembers the other man mentioning popping over a couple of nights ago. He sits down across from you, his shoulders tense as he slumps in his seat unable to look at you.

There’s silence for a minute before you sigh, your fingertips straying to one of the cardboard coasters before you begin to toy with it.

“I’m sorry.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. I…” You hesitate for a second before finding your words. “I’m so used to being on my own, that I forgot what it’s like to rely on another person. I haven’t been able to do that for a very long time.”

He knows your talking about your father, both before and after his death. You’d taken care of him long before the cirrhosis killed him, when he was too drunk to stand, too beaten up to gamble, too hungover to manage a bar. You’ve fended for yourself for as long as you can remember.

“I don’t want to take your money. I don’t want it to taint our relationship but now we’re in a predicament because I feel beholden to you, and I don’t like that feeling.”

“You aren’t.” EZ says fiercely, ducking his head so he can meet your gaze. “I don’t expect anything from you.”

“Imagine it was Angel.” You say carefully. “That Angel had paid off a debt you owed to the club, a debt that right now you can’t possibly afford to pay, imagine how that would make you feel.”

Grateful, he thinks and then trapped. There are expectations attached to something like that even if they aren’t spoken. Angel would never hold it over him, but it would be there, in between the two of them. It’s in that moment that he gets it. By paying the debt he may have taken Grady’s boot off the back of your neck, but he’s replaced it with his own.

“How do we fix this?” He asks you, his elbows coming to rest on the table. “How do we move past it?”

You lean down and reach into your purse, withdrawing an A4 brown envelope and setting it down on the table in front of him.

“I had this drawn up.”

He frowns as he reaches for the envelope, unsealing it with his fingertip before he pulls the paperwork out of it and studies it intently. It’s a contract, he sees his name on it and yours, the title of the bar and it dawns on him all at once.

“No.” He says as he places the document back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”

“EZ…” You begin but he shakes his head cutting you off.

“Jo, this place belongs to you, to your family.” He says, his voice rough. “I can’t take it from you.”

“EZ, you are the only person in this world that understands how much this place means to me.” You tell him, reaching across the table and clasping his head in yours. “Why I have to keep it, why I work my ass off for it and for you to be a partner in that…” You trail off for a second and he realises how hard this is, not just for him but for you too. You are not a woman who trusts easily, the world has taught you that other people only want something in exchange for what you can give them.

This contract is your way of resetting the balance between the two of you. As much as you have faith in him, you’ve been proven wrong so many times before that the wound just can’t be healed. He understands that about you.

“Think of the money as an investment.” You tell him. “You own 50% of the bar. You get a say in all of the decision making and a 50% share of the profits, everything else is up to me. The operations, the day to day running, it’s mine to deal with. In a couple of years when I’ve saved enough cash, I can buy you out.”

It’s clear that you’ve given this a lot of thought, that for you this is the light at the end of a dark tunnel that has been your reality for a very long time. He places his palm upon the paperwork as he stares down at it, his fingertips skating over the text. The time he’s spent behind your bar, with you have been some of the happiest of his life. He can see this working, the two of you being happy together, running this place.

“No interest.” He says finally as he tilts his head up to look at you. “The aim of paying off the loan was to give you the room to breathe. Take the part about the interest out and I’ll sign it.”

“EZ…”

“Jo.” He says firmly. “No interest.”

You pause for a second before nodding your head.

“Fine. No interest.” You agree as you slide the paperwork back towards you. “I’ll get this amended for you to sign.”

He watches as you tuck the contract back into the envelope, returning it to your purse.

“And us?” He asks you, dark eyes resting on you as you lean across the table so that your faces are inches apart. “Where does this leave the two of us?”

“I guess this makes us partners.” You tell him, your fingertips trailing over the curve of his cheek. “In life and with the bar.”

He exhales, his eyes meeting yours as his lips brush over the tattoo on your pulse point.

“Partners.” He says with a smile. “I like the sound of that.”

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[zaenight]

●°●°CRAZY BUT SHE'S MINE°●°●

●°●Camila "Jackie" vincent●°●

●°●Iliana "losa" Reyes●°●

●°●Esmae "Marisol" Reyes●°●

●°●NOW COMPLETED●°●

CAMILA "JACKIE" VINCENT X EZEKIEL "EZ" REYES

°●°●°THE REYES FAMILIA°●°●°

[narcolini]

in his shadow

ezekial ‘ez’ reyes x oc: ava gomez, angst/comfort, 2119 words

warnings for depictions of grief, talking about dead loved ones

for day 13 of whumpril : blurry vision | support | “i think i need to sit down”

a/n: omg i have made myself obsessed with yet another silly little pairing with my silly little ocs but . realllly enjoyed this and i’m definitely going to be adding more of them throughout whumpril because :( <3 babies

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc​ (let me know if you want to be tagged)

It’s the worst day of the year, every year. Worse than the anniversary of his death, really, because in the chaos of it all, Ava had forgotten the exact date it happened. She can barely even remember which day of the week it was now. Just that it was an afternoon in the Fall, and she’d been working, so they called her office not her cell. She got the news standing at her manager’s desk, staring at the pinboard in front. Could tell you in a heartbeat what was pinned there, which leaflets she read while hearing the worst news of her life, but the date? That was gone like smoke, blown apart by a change in the wind.

His birthday, though, that’s a date she’s known for so long that it’ll never go. It just cycles around instead. Every year, quicker than she expects, it comes, goes, and then it’s back around the Earth to haunt her again.

Last year, she’d spent it doing all the things he liked to do, which involved wasting the night away with the Mayans, drinking everything they bought her—because that’s their way of paying respect—and she regretted it. Big time. Not just for the headache afterwards, but because it felt like he’d died all over again. The way they looked at her, the sympathy behind every put-on smile. It comes from a good place, she knows, but, God, it makes it hard to move on. Hard to celebrate his life, when she’s the focus point for the grief of everyone else in the room.

She planned to keep to herself this year: watch a movie, order pizza, be in bed before eleven. But she didn’t even last until midday before driving herself crazy with it. With the thought of him, the absence of him. She needed company, that was evident now, but she needed the company of someone who doesn’t miss him as much as she does. Someone who never met him at all.

EZ wasn’t home when she knocked, knuckles bouncing off the thin trailer door. He wasn’t in the clubhouse either, but she didn’t hang around long enough to ask why, or where he was. Couldn’t face the questions that would no doubt follow.

You good, Ava?

You need something?

Instead, she’s waiting for him outside, sitting on the dirt by a stack of tires. The trailer’s directly opposite her, door right in her eye-line. When EZ comes back, she’ll be the first to know, the first to catch him. She can throw her offer in the ring, ask him to hang, before anyone else can. Secure herself some company before she truly goes crazy. Wanna get something to eat? Or let me sit in your trailer, while you work out and I talk about my dead fiancé for hours?

If EZ wasn’t the person he is, she wouldn’t dare ask it of him, but he’s probably the only guy for miles that would say yes to both.  

She stretches her legs out, bare calves against the gravel. It’s been nearly an hour now and, God, it’s hot. The sun’s sitting right over her, searing into the parting of her hair, putting beads of sweat across the top of her lip. She should’ve brought a drink with her, stopped at Starbucks on the way for an Iced coffee. But it’s too late now. He can’t be much longer.  

Like she’d summoned him herself, there it is, the rumble of an engine, the gleam of polished chrome pulling into the lot before her. She’s been around often enough to know them from their bikes, the colour of them, the size of the body. It’s EZ, and he parks it infront of her, a stone’s throw from the sole of her shoes.

He kicks the stand down, squinting at her as he dismounts. How he’s managing it, she doesn’t know, all the layers, the leather, the denim. It’s hot enough to roast him alive stationary, never mind riding down the asphalt. He pulls his helmet off, scrubbing the sweat out of his flattened hair, before shooting her a surprised, ‘Ava?’

‘Hey.’ She stands quickly to greet him, too quickly, actually. The blood goes from her feet to her head in a second, vision blacking out so swiftly that she staggers forward a step, toes catching on the ground.

‘Hey—woah.’ He lurches forward, taking her arm to steady her. ‘You good?’

She is, it’s just the world that’s spinning, tipping on axis. Her vision is back now, but swimming with floating specs that won’t blink away. And her body’s cold suddenly, but damp from the heat still, like her blood sugar’s dropped through the ground itself.

‘Ava?’

He’s trying to catch her attention, her gaze, by ducking his head down in front of her, but if she straightens out of the bend she’s adopted to meet him, she’ll collapse—maybe. Will send the blood back up to her head and blind herself again.

‘I think I need to sit down,’ she says, voice shaking slightly.

‘Yeah, me too,’ he agrees. ‘You been sat out here for long?’

Ava nods, glad of his grip on her arm as he starts to walk them towards his trailer. It’s the only thing keeping her upright, the only thing making the floor seem flat and not sloping, spinning.

‘Sit here.’ He puts her on the step—which she falls into clumsily, face pale—then moves back to use his body as shade, angling himself until his shadow is cast over where she sits. ‘Put your head between your knees.’

‘Does that help?’ Her head’s in her hands currently, and that’s doing nothing at all.

‘Find out for yourself,’ he says, talking with a slight smile. ‘Come on.’

She complies, folding to put her skull between her knees, with her eyes squeezed shut. It doesn’t stop the spinning right away, but it does lessen the pressure behind her brows, and the tightness in her chest. Enough of a difference to make her wait there, curled up like a pill-bug on his step.

‘Better?’

She hums.

‘What’re you doing here anyway?’ he asks, happy to do so now he knows she won’t collapse at his feet. ‘It’s like, a hundred degrees out here.’

‘Wanted to wait,’ she churns out, ‘for you.’

He shifts, fidgeting in front of her. She hears the soles of his boots against the dry ground to know that he’s doing it. ‘What for?’ he asks.

And now all the plans she had, dissolve like they were never there at all. There isn’t one suggestion left that feels doable. Partially because she’s made herself sick, from sitting too long, standing too quickly, spending too much time in the sun, and partly because he’s already doing her a favour. He’s already stopped her from passing out in his arms, and now she’s supposed to ask him to act as a therapist?

‘Give me a minute,’ she says, lifting her head slowly. Her forehead is damp, and cold still, somehow, so she wipes it dry with both hands. Rubs her eyes until they’re bleary, then blinks until they’re back to focus. When she finally looks ups to EZ, she’s normal again, just about. Functioning enough to try a real conversation.

He smiles. ‘Welcome back.’

It’s an easy expression to mirror, EZ’s smile. She does it without even realising. ‘You got a few hours to spare?’ Time in your day to keep a widow company?

‘Sure.’ He nods, gesturing for the door behind her. ‘Got some sodas in the fridge.’

*

Inside, it’s surprisingly cool. The white paint of the outside is doing enough to reflect the heat and keep the trailer liveable, heavenly, really, by Ava’s standards. Like stepping out of a sauna and dipping your toes in the pool. The drink is a God send too, cold and sugary, and pouring more and more life into her with every added sip. It’s obvious that she made the right choice already, rocky start or not. EZ and iced sodas is way fucking better than Tequila in the club house. Better company in one, than there are in her entire troop of mourners—on today, at least.

‘So what’s up?’ he asks, after enough small talk has passed that it’s the only question left. ‘You don’t normally come looking for me.’ He ducks his chin, looking embarrassed for a breath. ‘Not that I mind hanging out.’

She sighs, slouching into the bench she’s occupying, her feet up on the one opposite. He’s stood still, leaning on the short counter to her left, waiting with his drink held to his chest. May as well tell him, then. May as well enjoy the luxury of getting to tell someone who doesn’t know already. His relative newness to the club is a gift that won’t last forever, after all.

‘It’s Sebastian’s birthday today,’ she says, ignoring the twitch of acknowledgment he gives. The, ah, makes sense, look he puts her way. ‘And I tried to have a me day, but, I don’t know. I guess I’d prefer some company.’

EZ nods, drinking to stall his response—she can tell. When you have to tell people, time and time again, my fiancé died, sorry, Sebastian passed away, you get used to allowing for that second. That pause while the living decides how to deal with the dead.

‘I gotta say,’ he starts, wiping his mouth dry afterwards, ‘I’m not sure why… I mean, I’m not good with this kind of thing. Knowing what to say.’

She snorts. ‘Good. That’s what I want.’ That’s why she picked him over everyone else, though she knows him the least, and they know her the best. ‘I love you guys, everyone, I really do. The club’s like the only fucking family I have left. But.’ She looks down, picking away at the damp label of her bottle. ‘Honestly, you’re the only one who, y’know, sees me and not Sebastian’s ex.’

It’s not like the others can help it, either, when she’s the walking reminder of the brother they lost. The only bit of him there is left.

‘And they all miss him too,’ she continues, defending herself though he hasn’t said a word against it, ‘I get that, but it’s just a lot. Especially today. I want to talk about him, sure, of course I do.’

Her throat catches. She swallows.

‘But you don’t wanna carry their baggage as well as your own,’ EZ finishes, nodding. ‘I hear you.’

‘Yeah.’ A breath, relief. He gets it. ‘It’s too much sometimes. I see the way they look at me, like they’re sorry for me still. It drives me crazy.’

He stands from his lean, crossing to sit in the couch she’s got her feet on. ‘Y’know,’ he says, ‘at Mom’s funeral, I left before the family could even talk to me.’

‘Really?’

He nods. ‘Same thing, that look. I couldn’t stand it. Was like she’d died all over again.’

She laughs, though it isn’t funny, because that’s it. That’s exactly it. ‘God, do you know how good it is to hear someone say that out loud?’ she asks, unable to swing the smile away. ‘Cause I appreciate everything the club does for me, y’know, the love is there, but, shit. Sometimes I wonder if it’d be easier to just leave and never come back.’

‘Yep.’ He snorts. ‘Been there, too.’

And yet, the both of them are still sitting here, in the trailer on the Mayan’s lot, because that’s the point, isn’t it? The love beneath all the annoyances.

‘You wanna tell me about him?’ he asks, and she can see in his eyes that it’s sincere. He wants to know, to meet Sebastian properly. It’s not just a polite offer to a widow in need. ‘All I know about, is the crazy shit they used to get up to.’

‘Well, that is a good portion of it,’ she jokes, which feels good to do. Feels like unlinking one of the chains wrapped around her chest, to talk about him with someone that doesn’t carry the grief of him. It’s like introducing him for the first time. This is Sebastian, EZ, and he’s the reason we’re even here at all.

‘He would’ve hated this shit, for starters,’ she says, ‘making his birthday a day of mourning.’ But maybe it doesn’t have to be that. Maybe EZ can help her start a new tradition, cold sodas and fresh stories. ‘You ever hear about what he did in college?’

EZ shakes his head, settling into the cushion behind.

‘God,’ she laughs, ‘alright,’ and then she begins, talking as if Sebastian is right there beside her.

>>> part two

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Pairing: EZ Reyes x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 18+ older

Warnings: Language, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of bodily fluids, breeding kink, daddy kink (EZ as Daddy is a fucking mood btw)

Word Count: 1.9K

Summary: A conversation about kids turns into a night of discovery and naughty confessions.

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[ravennaortiz]

Okay new request. I'm becoming obsessed with these. there are so many creations that can come from them. So this time I'm thinking about Ez. I'm thinking of prompts 15, 21, 24, 27, and 32.

I love to hear it! You are coming up with a lot of great ideas! This is my first EZ request and I love them prompts for him! Lets see what kind of magic we can make here. As always 18+. Smut below the cut.

Prompts

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not?

21. Like what you see?

24. No panties?

27. What if someone sees?

32. Your mine.

Walking into the Mayans Clubhouse you smiled seeing EZ sitting and reading in the mostly empty clubhouse. Walking by the Mayan you had a crush on you popped your head into Templo where Hank and your dad were sitting and talking, you gave a small wave to let your dad know you were here. Walking back towards EZ you sat down across from him. "Hey" EZ said glancing up before turning his eyes back to his book after you smiled at him.

You sat fiddling with your phone as you considered your next move. You had been trying to get EZ's attention since he was made a prospect but he had been putting you off. Sliding down in your chair your stretched your foot out and rubbed it along his calf. EZ sighed as he glanced up at you. "Yes?" he asked with a raised brow. "I was just wondering if you were gonna kiss me or not today?" you asked as you smiled sweetly at him as you leaned forward on the table.

EZ chuckled before replying doing hsi best to ignore how your breast were practically spilling out of the tank top you had on.. You had asked this question once a day for the last two months. As much as he would love to see just how soft those plump lips of yours were he knew that was a dangerous move. Though it was getting harder and harder for him to say no. "Not today" replied EZ before going back to his book. "Why not?" you inquired cocking your head to the side. This should have been a red flag to EZ but he had never been good at seeing that with women.

"Your dad being Bishop" replied EZ as he turned the page. "Fair" you replied before standing up and going to the back of the clubhouse. A few minutes later you had a mischievous smile on your face as you sat back down at a table a little away. EZ was deep into his book again when something hit him in the face. Setting his book down he picked up what he assumed you had thrown at him.

"Jesus" muttered EZ to himself as he realized he was holding onto a pair of lacy red panties. "Like what you see there?" you inquired as he ran the material trough his fingers. The door to the clubhouse opening had him balling up the material and quickly shoving it into his pocket. He heard you chuckle before you both greeted Gilly and Angel as they made their way into Templo.

EZ looked over to you after a couple minutes before getting up and moving to the bar to get a drink. You watched EZ go behind the bar counter and gave him a couple minutes before making your way over. You paused as you listened to a roar of laughter come from Templo before slinking behind the bar. "Excuse me" you stated as you slipped in between EZ and the fridge as you bent pressing your ass back onto him as you looked for a drink.

EZ closed his eyes at the feel before he jumped back. "You okay?" you asked feigning innocence as you looked at him over your shoulder. EZ licked his lips eyes glancing to the doors before turning back to you. "I made it super easy for you. No panties, short skirt" you replied your voice smooth with lust as you stood back up an closed the fridge door.

He couldn't deny you had gotten under his skin and his body was saying yes. Stepping closer you stood on your tip toes to reach his ear as you ran your hands down his chest. "Aren't you curious at how wet I am for you?" you purred in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. EZ swallowed hard before moving away from you and back to where he had been sitting.

Undeterred you followed him and sat on the table next to him your thigh on his hand. EZ looked up at you and you could see his resolve crumbling. "Just a quick touch E. No one will know" you whispered opening your legs slightly to where his hand was in between them on the table. "What if someone sees? Do you know how badly my ass is kicked?" inquired EZ trying to ignore the temptation to move his hand where you wanted it. "Don't get caught touching Bishops daughter then" you replied with a shrug.

After a moment you sighed. "Guess I'll go see if someone else will." You stated as you started to slide off the table. "Stay" EZ said quietly as he touched your inner thigh. Locking his eyes onto yours as he inched his fingers along the inside of your thigh until he brushed your wet folds. You bit your lip as he dipped a finger into your core to contain your moan. As EZ teased you with his fingers his other hand moved to free him from the confines of his pants.

EZ removed his fingers from you making you whine before pulling you to the edge of the table. At the feel of his cock head at your entrance your eyes widened and heart rate picked up. "Stay quiet" ordered EZ as he started to push into you painfully slow. EZ smirked as he watched you squirm under him. Once he was fully inside you he stilled as he looked down at you as he circled your clit with his thumb making you arch your back off the table.

You were struggling to contain your moans when he leaned over you and grabbed you by the throat with one hand squeezing gently as he gave a small thrust in catching you moan in his mouth as he kissed you. After a couple minutes he stopped again making you wrap your legs around his waist and try to pull him deeper. "Your mine" murmured EZ into your ear before resuming his thrust as he used both hands to grab you by the throat. Just as you were getting ready to tip over the edge you heard your dads voice.

"EZ, can you take my daughter home" your dad called from Templo. EZ shot you a grin before replying. "Yeah I can take her Bish" he replied before pulling out of you and fixing his pants. As you sat up slowly he leaned in towards you. "Now I can hear that voice of you scream my name" he stated before walking towards the door.

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Softer Pleasures - An EZ Reyes/OC One Shot Story.

Just a little smutty offering I had revolving around in my head. Enjoy!

Words - 1,104

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“What is it,” she began, sighing as his tongue rolled in a slow circle, “about going down on me that you love so much?”  

He didn’t reply at first, but the raised eyebrow said enough, looking up at her as he sucked gently on her clit. “I’ve never been asked that before.” He continued to suck upon her, laughing a little, entertained that she should ask him such a thing, right when he was in the middle of doing it. “You’re expecting a reply, aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm.”  

“Hmmm.” His tongue flattened against her, dragging over her bud slowly. “Alright, well it feels amazing, tastes amazing, fucking turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and then there’s the way you react to it. How wet you get, and those little moans. Fuck. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to put my mouth back to making said moans happen rather than talking about them.”

The heat of his mouth had her gleaming as he laved at her once again, the nectar of her cunt saturating his tongue. In truth, words alone couldn’t describe how it made him feel, to pleasure her like that, his heartbeat quickened, skin tingling as little wells of contentment poured through him. And then she moaned again, a seraphim’s symphony to his ears, a summer sonnet of lust, thumbing her clit to gently drag the hood back, the tip of his tongue tracing tight circles, the song of her arousal filling his ears again.  

Pleasure draped over her like the swathe of silk, each flicker of his tongue making her arousal bloom, like summer flowers kissed by the first sun, awakened and reaching towards the light. Each lick was an ember ignited, heat winding and coiling low in her, his breath a hot tempest as his hands stroked over the soft round of her tummy, fingertips flexing as he drove the simmer through her.  

Her panting escalated, her lips parting on a soft cry. “EZ, please, I need...” Her words were cut short by the pull of his lips sucking upon her, the tip of his tongue pushing against her clit, increasing the pressure as she keened against him, her nails flexing against his shoulders. “Yes, like that, just like that!”

He peered up at her, cheeks hollowed, moaning low in his throat, the vibrations from such only adding to the bonfire of ecstasy that crackled up her spine, the burn of pleasure then settling low within her, her soft thighs writhing against his face as his eyes shone gold, his cock throbbing with the need to fill her.  

She drew a breath through gritted teeth, her walls in spasm as her fuse flickered and crackled, primed to explode, his mouth working her hungrily before the desire grew too strongly within him, sitting up and pushing her legs back, her knees pressed to her chest as he skimmed her folds with the head of his cock. He teased her a little before sinking in slowly, spreading her around him, his hands stroking the soft of her thighs.  

He was slow to begin with, enjoying the soaking heat that gripped him, almost every inch of him dragging through her in gentle trawl, his heart thundering as he watched the way she loved it, loved him within her, parting her legs to lean down to her, his lips finding hers. “Fuck, that pretty little pussy is heaven, I swear. God... ahhh.” He was always so overcome to be inside her, and the novelty never wore off.  

It was all languid, like a sensual drip of honey, thick and sweet, their mouths locked as tongues swirled, breath hitched, and moans poured like wine from one mouth to another, her hands stroking the thick planes of muscle that ridged his shoulders. She gripped onto them when he sank into her deeper, gasping against his neck, her teeth laying a soft bite as lightning struck through the marrow of her, EZ sitting up again as speed replaced the slow trawl. 

His gaze fell to watch his cock emptying and filling her, glinting in the low light, creamed with the silken satin of what sheathed him so well, moving his thumb to press her clit, rubbing sweet tingles, his mouth tilting into a grin as she cried out shrilly.  

She tightened around him, a velvet, vice-like grip that began to pull the waves building within him to greater strength, his mouth falling open as he panted hard, rutting into her with more urgency. She began to quake ardently, feeling sparks skittering along her spine and down her legs, moaning contently as he folded to kiss her sternum, moving upwards slowly until his mouth was returned to hers, offering kisses of voracious want.  

Their bodies pushed against each other in heated sync, her legs moving to hook around his waist and grip tightly as she panted against his mouth. Everything became fervidly uncontained, her hands gliding down his well-defined back, the plush velvet of her cunt pulsing around him.  

An upward tilt of his hips as he shifted slightly had her gasping, the hardness within her slick walls nudging different spots and prompting ebullience as she started to glow. His mouth dipped to suck her nipples in turn, a rumbling groan permeating the air, the heat of his cock delicious as she rolled her hips up against him, loving him pinning her there beneath his weight.  

“Ahhh, fuck!” he gritted, driving into her centre in frenzy, teeth grazing the column of her throat, his hips shuddering with effort as lightning struck through him, her own release gathering momentum.

Being unselfish, he kept going until he knew her wails were the siren song of her cresting, her body shuddering against his as she glimmered strongly, wailing into his shoulder. The illumination of golden sunshine gilded her, rays surging through her veins, lighting her up like the darkened horizon at dawn as he quivered against her, cock twitching, pulsing endless, hot waves of cum into her, his groans all grit and gravel before his body slackened, lying breathless in her arms.  

“You know how I detailed why I love going down on you so much?” he asked a few minutes later, still on top of her, stroking the side of her neck as he rested his head against her chest.  

“Uh-huh,” she breathed, still a little spaced out.

“I think I love this more, just lying here with you like this.”  

Truth was, he loved everything about her, every moment, every touch. She knew it, too, lifting his head and cradling his face, offering soft kisses as she hummed with happiness.  

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Your Biker in Worn Leather Part 2

Pairing: EZ Reyes x female!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 396

Summary: You finally tell EZ who’s responsible for your current appearance.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I have no idea if the Burning Souls are a real MC, it’s just a made up name for this fic. If they are real, this is in no way, shape, or form related to them and for entertainment purposes only.

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EZ’s voice rang in your ears. Who did this to you? You knew the man Ezekiel would become once you told him the name. That version of EZ was terrifying to you despite his lividness never being aimed at you but others instead.

“Baby, who was it?” The biker asked once again in a softer tone, concerned filled eyes never leaving your face.

You swallowed hard. “Burning Souls.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look into EZ’s eyes. The fire that resided there was frightening and anyone in their right mind would run for the hills when met with the intense anger that bubbled up in the Mayan.

The Burning Souls were relatively new to the scene, being made up by men discharged from various branches of the armed forces and former police officers. They used all their skills, experience, and resources to their advantage to strike fear into anyone and everyone who crossed their path. What was their motivation? Their goal? Easy. To destroy all MCs in the state of California. To cause chaos, destruction, havoc and if people died in the process, that made it even better.

The Burning Souls had been scoping out the Mayans for a few weeks now. They had watched each Mayan through town and ultimately followed them to the clubhouse’s run down walled gate.

When the Burning Souls first saw you they didn’t think much of you, thinking you were just a club hang around and only there for fun and sex. That opinion of you was proven wrong when they kept seeing you with the Mayans’ Vice President, Ezekiel Reyes. The hugs and kisses exchanged between you and EZ told the story of love. Now the Burning Souls had what they needed — a weakness. A weakness to the VP. It was as close to the top as they were going to get since Obispo Losa showed no interest in love or affection but rather just sex. With no ammo to use on the Mayans’ President, the VP was next in line.

As soon as the MC’s name left your lips, EZ’s jaw tightened, fists clenched, his anger rose and rose with each passing second.

No one harms, much less touches his girl. Most importantly, no one lives to tell the tale.

Ezekiel Reyes was about to start a war ten times worse than the entire world has ever seen.

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Party Tricks

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & OC Evangeline Reyes

Warnings: 18+, language, alcohol, light angst

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: i had far too much fun writing this part. hope y'all enjoy the little guest appearance from a special someone! 👀

Evangeline had known that Friday was only a few days away when she’d gotten roped into everything in the first place, but even so it still felt like the days had gone in the blink of an eye. It was just shifting from morning to afternoon when she was putting the finishing touches on April’s dress that had gotten dropped off a couple days before. It was the first time in a long time that she had taken work home with her, but she didn’t regret it.

She was snipping the extra thread away from where she’d sewn up the slit of the dress when she heard the chimes of her door. She called her usual welcome over her shoulder, assuming that whoever had just walked in would be able to see that she was busy for the moment. There were enough things to look at and sift through in her shop to keep someone occupied for a couple minutes while she put finishing touches and slipped the dress back into the garment bag that it’d been dropped off in.

When she was done with that, she took a breath and turned around. She was halfway through an apology when she saw that it was her father who’d walked into the shop. “Jesus, Pop,” she laughed as she walked over and gave him a hug. “Could’ve let me know it was you.”

He shook his head. “You seemed busy.”

Evangeline sighed and nodded. “Just finishing up a rush job for a very stressed out woman.”

“Not you?” he asked, just enough of a lift to his voice to let her know that he was joking.

She laughed. “No, not me.” She paused. “What’s going on?”

“You’re going to see your brothers tonight?”

Her expression faltered for a moment as she sighed. “For a little while, yeah. Told them I’d head over later once I catch up on some stuff here. Why? Need help dropping stuff off?”

He shook his head. “No.” He paused and he was waiting for her to press him a little more. She knew him too well though and she knew that she could outwait him when it really came down to it. “What’s this all about?”

She cocked her head to the side. “Did you ask either of your sons about it?”

“Mija.”

“Qué? Did you?” His silence that followed spoke volumes and she found herself shaking her head. “Claro que no.”

“Hey—”

She held her hand up to stop him, not wanting this to dissolve into an argument. “I’m not trying to argue. I just,” she raked her hand back through her hair, “this is their lives now, Pop. Maybe you should get comfortable asking them about it instead of me.” She let a beat of silence pass. “Maybe stay a little while tonight after dropping stuff off. Meet some people. Or at least watch them.”

He shook his head. “I watch people all day.”

Evangeline laughed. “I know.” She pulled him into a hug. “Talk to them, okay? Please?”

Felipe gently patted her on the back. He kissed her on the cheek before finding a way to respond that completely ignored her pleas. “Cuidate. Call if something happens.”

She kept her sigh quiet, knowing that this battle wasn’t one that was going to be won in an afternoon. “I will.”

It was dark by the time that she pulled onto the lot. She knew that it was going to be packed on the compound so she parked her car on the outside of the gate. It was less disruptive that way, but it also had the added benefit of being easier to leave whenever she wanted because no one was boxing her in.

She ditched her denim jacket on the passenger seat of her car, knowing that between the bodies packed into the space and the scattered fire pits, she was going to be plenty warm enough in the floral tank top that she’d made for herself just a few short months before. Her jeans disappeared into the boots that she was wearing, a pair that gave her a little extra height not that she was overly short to begin with. Before she even passed the gate she could hear the music and the chatter—she did what she could to brace herself for whatever was coming next.

EZ was the first person that she found. She’d been expecting him to be stuck behind the bar on a night like this, but they must’ve decided it was an important enough night to let him roam and mingle with everyone else. Their conversation from a few days before seemed to be a nonissue as he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“Glad you could make it,” he said, and he sounded like he meant it.

“I did say that I would,” she quipped with a smile. She glanced around. “Pop stick around at all?”

He shook his head. “Nah, he took off as soon as the truck was empty.”

Evangeline rolled her eyes. “Figures.” She looked around a little more. “Where’s the man of the hour?”

EZ laughed as he started walking towards one of the fire pits, gesturing for his sister to follow him. “Enjoying the perks that come with the title.”

Evangeline was about to ask him what exactly he meant by that when she saw Angel with a woman straddling his lap. “Por dios,” she muttered under her breath.

EZ couldn’t help but to laugh harder at her reaction. “Want me to break it up?”

Evangeline shot him a smile. “I got it. You forget,” she pointed at him for a moment, “I’ve had a whole lifetime of being big sister to both of you knuckleheads.”

EZ simply shook his head as he stood back to watch whatever Evangeline was going to do next. He crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his chin down just slightly to try and stifle his own amusement. He knew that his sister must’ve seen that, along with shoving her tongue down his throat, the girl sitting on Angel’s lap was doing what was probably a shoddy job of stitching on his Secretario flash.

Neither of them noticed as Evangeline walked up behind Angel. It was only when she clapped both her hands down on his shoulders that both of them flinched. Evangeline didn’t break in the slightest as she started to speak. “You know, I think when I gave you that needle and thread—”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Eva,” Angel spoke up, interrupting her sentence.

She didn’t let it disrupt her flow, “I gave it to you thinking that you would actually take the time to do it.” She looked at him disapprovingly before shifting her gaze to the woman in his lap. “Don’t make life any easier for him, alright? He can stitch on a slip of fabric. Besides,” she looked at the patch, “it doesn’t look like multitasking is doing either of you any good.”

Angel was shaking his head at each word his sister spoke. He tapped the thigh of the girl straddling him. “Go on. I gotta deal with this,” he said as he made a vague gesture to his sister.

The girl was visibly annoyed as she got up and made her way deeper into the party. It was only when she started to walk away that EZ fully broke down in laughter at what he’d just witnessed. Evangeline allowed herself to laugh too as she plopped down next to Angel on the bench. She threw her arm around his shoulders and pulled him into side-hug, pressing a kiss against his cheek that left a smear of lipstick behind that she wasn’t going to tell him about.

“Guess that flash made you real popular, huh?” she joked.

He was still shaking his head. “You are so fuckin’ annoying.”

EZ was cackling as he stepped in and stood by the two of them. “That was great.”

“Feel like I’m back in high school,” Angel muttered.

Evangeline dropped her arm back to her own side. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when your big sister catches you sucking face in the middle of a party. Doesn’t matter how old you are, ‘manito.”

“Fucking unreal.”

She was looking at the half-sewn flash on his kutte. “It should really only take you a few minutes to do that, you know.”

“If you would’a done it when I stopped by the other day then maybe I wouldn’t have to solicit help—”

“Oh,” she barked out a laugh, “I don’t think help is what you were just trying to solicit from that girl.”

EZ choked back a laugh and Angel kicked out at him knowing that there was no way that the blow was going to land. “Shut the fuck up, Prospect.”

Evangeline was shaking her head at both of them. “Right. Well, now that I have shown my face and made your life just a little more difficult,” she laughed, “I’m gonna go grab a beer.” She looked up at EZ. “You know where I can get one without fighting my way to the bar inside?”

He laughed and gestured to the far side of the lot. “Couple coolers over there.”

“Perfect.”

EZ held his hand out to help her stand back up. She gladly took it before giving Angel another loving pat on the back and taking off into the thick of the crowd to get herself a drink. Angel was still shaking his head and muttering under his breath as he watched his sister practically saunter away.

He looked up at Ezekiel. “You fuckin’ believe her?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I do.” He paused, trying to get his laughter under control as he motioned to his own cheek. “You got a little somethin’ there.”

“What the f—” Angel stopped as he wiped at his face, pulling his hand away to inspect the damage. Even with the inconsistent light from the fire he saw that it was lipstick. He shook his head. “I’m gonna kill her.”

EZ just raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. “You’re not gonna do shit.”

Meanwhile, Evangeline had made her way to the coolers on the other side of the lot. She’d stopped to say a couple quick hello’s to the members of Santo Padre, the only men at the party that she really knew or even recognized. She was crouched down, pawing through the cooler in hopes of finding something that she liked when she heard a pair of men talking a couple feet away from her.

“Just go fuckin’ ask if they have anything else,” the man said, voice rough in a way that told Evangeline it was from more than just too many cigarettes.

She didn’t look up to see who was talking, but the tone of the man who responded couldn’t have been more different. “Who would I even—”

There was a smack of hands to leather and the first man said, “Figure it out, Prospect. That’s your fucking job.”

Evangeline finally turned and looked to see who it was. She didn’t recognize either of them, which wasn’t shocking to her at all. What she did know, though, was that they weren’t wearing the same kuttes as her brothers. She didn’t know much about other clubs—hell, most days she felt like she hardly knew anything about the Mayans. But they must’ve been alright if they got included on the party invite.

She looked back and forth between the two of them before speaking up from where she was still crouched. “What are you looking for?” she asked.

They both turned and looked at her. The older man, who she assumed was the first one that she heard speak, had a look at certainly matched his voice. His face was completely neutral as he stared down at her. The younger kid, however, looked like he was hoping that she was going to give him the out of whatever situation he was getting roped into.

The younger man spoke up. “Uh, no, nothing, just, um. Just looking for a different beer.”

She laughed and nodded. “Yeah. What are you looking for? What kind?”

He froze like he hadn’t been ready for a follow-up question. Evangeline was about to start listing off brands of beer when the older man spoke up. “Heineken. Or something like that.”

Evangeline nodded before turning her attention back to the cooler. She dug around for another moment before she unearthed two green beer bottles. She held them out to the young man who was about to get sent off on an expedition for them. “Here, take—”

She stopped when the older man gave him a shove. “Go find your own, Prospect.”

Evangeline’s eyes widened for a moment. “Oh, I don’t really drink—”

He took one and shot a glare that sent the younger man scampering off to find whatever else he could scrounge up for himself. Once he was gone, he turned his attention back to Evangeline, nudging the other bottle back towards her with a surprising about of gentleness considering everything else she’d just witnessed.

“Yours,” he said simply.

It wasn’t her favorite and she was about to say as much when she realized that there wasn’t much else in the cooler that she was going to like more. So rather than argue she shrugged and kept the bottle for herself. She was about to ask where the bottle opener was when he reached over and popped the cap off of hers using a cigarette lighter.

She chuckled as she nodded in thanks. “That your party trick?”

“One of ‘em,” he said as he repeated the process on his own bottle.

“Right.” She took a sip. “Sorry, what’s your name?”

“Happy.”

She laughed, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

“What?” he spoke, still closer to truly monotone than she’d ever heard someone speak.

She shook her head. “Nothing, nothing.” She clinked the bottom of her bottle against his. “Evangeline.” He nodded in recognition but didn’t say anything else. Evangeline studied him for a moment longer, taking in the look on his face, the tattoos that covered his head and what she could see of his arms. “Are you always that nice to your prospect, Happy?”

He shrugged, taking another swig of his beer. “Pretty much.”

The two of them fell into silence. Evangeline was aware that she should’ve felt uncomfortable, but she didn’t. She didn’t know this man, and she didn’t see that changing before the night was out. But she had to admit to herself that standing on the outskirts, watching it all unfold in silence beside a man who didn’t seem interested in her and also seemed to keep any other man from becoming interested in her, didn’t seem like a bad way to kill a little bit of time. Parties like this weren’t her speed, and if this kept her out of the throes of it for a little while longer she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when Happy’s prospect finally turned up again. He was only there for a moment before Happy assigned him another task, something else to keep him busy and far away from Happy.

“He your only friend here, then?” she asked, a joking lilt to her voice.

“Not my friend.”

She laughed. “Well. That explains why you’re being so nice to him then.”

“I know the Santo Padre guys,” Happy finally said after a few beats.

Evangeline smiled. “Well, I’d hope so. You’re kind of on their lawn.”

Somehow it turned into their own brand of small talk. Evangeline did a little more of the talking than Happy, although she had the nagging suspicion that that was how most of his conversations with people worked. He’d answer her for the most part when she asked him things, but he never gave any extra information or used more words than necessary. Something about that in and of itself was amusing to her.

EZ was making his way through the crowd to find his sister. He knew that she could more than fend for herself, but he also felt like she’d been gone a little long for someone who was just going to grab herself a drink. He looked around, trying to see if maybe she’d gotten caught up talking to Taza and Hank, the only members of their club who had ever stopped by her shop to actually see what she was selling. She and Taza had networked with some jewelers on the reservation to get their items into her shop. Hank just liked to stop by and see if there was anything that his mother would like.

He’d been expecting to see her with them, or with someone else from their charter. What he hadn’t been expecting, was to see her next to a man in a Sons of Anarchy kutte, sitting on the back bumper of an old van. They each had a beer in hand, and Evangeline was laughing although EZ couldn’t figure out at what. It was all strange enough until he actually took a moment to focus on the man that was sitting next to her and it struck him where he’d seen him before.

EZ was standing there staring long enough not only to be noticed by Happy, who seemed to have a vague sense of knowing about Ezekiel as well. But he also caught the attention of his sister. She was smiling for a moment, halfway through waving him over when she realized the expression on his face wasn’t at all a pleasant one.

She stood up from the bumper of the van. “I gotta go. Was nice talking to you.”

He didn’t say anything in response, not that she really expected him to, but he did nod in acknowledgment. That was about as good of a farewell as any as far as Evangeline was concerned. Happy’s attention immediately returned to EZ as she made her way back over to him.

“Hey,” she said as she rested her hand on her brother’s arm, “everything okay?”

EZ pried his eyes off of Happy and looked at his sister. His expression was serious, a complete one-eighty from the way he’d been when it was just the three siblings talking a short while before. “Don’t talk to him.”

She scoffed. “I’m sorry? You tell me to come to these parties and when I do you tell me I can’t talk to anyone—”

“Not anyone,” EZ corrected, voice quiet but firm. “Him. He’s,” he shook his head, “fuckin’ bad news.”

Evangeline knew that laughter wasn’t the right response but she couldn’t stop herself. “Yeah, Ezekiel. It’s a party full of motorcycle gangs. You’re all bad news.”

She went to brush him off and try to find Angel or someone else that she knew when EZ put his hand on her forearm to stop her. “Eva, I’m serious. Please.”

She was caught between wanting to give him a harder time about it, and also not wanting to get into an argument in the middle of a club party. She sighed. “Alright, fine.” She studied his face for a moment. “But you’re gonna tell me what the bad news is.”

“Not—”

“Not here,” she finished the sentence for him. “Not now. But you don’t get to do that to me and not tell me why.”

He nodded. “Alright.”

She took a sip of her beer. “Alright.” She took a deep breath. “So. Who can I talk to, then?”

EZ cracked a smile at her tone and the issue smoothed itself over for the time being. He knew that she was going to follow up with him about it, but he’d bought himself some time. He threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back towards where most of the Santo Padre guys were hanging out. He looked back over his shoulder before they disappeared into the crowd and found Happy already staring at him. Their eyes only locked for a moment before Happy turned his attention to his own Prospect to had reappeared once more.

(divider by the lovely @saradika-graphics 💞)

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[zaenight]

MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes : Nestor octeva CHAPTER 1

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Patiently waiting for ep 1 and 2 of mayans s5 😗

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"Uncle Tig we'll be fine , you said Marcus set us up with a house , stop whining." Jess said , Jessie Trager , the youngest niece of Tig , told the man who was spouting out profanities.

"He's right to worry , what if the sons and mayans go to war and they try to kill us for being related to him." Sage , her older sister stated.

"Thats not helping! , and your the one who wanted to move!" Jess exclaimed jumping up and down.

"Just stating the facts." Sage said .

"The lass is right , yer sure ya can't move somewhere close by." Chibs said , he became the president after Jax teller passed , he also happened to be Jessie's godfather.

"Alvarez said they needed a Docter that they could trust , Moving to santo Padre could make the bond stronger." Happy lowman stated , The tacoma killer was the godfather of Sage , who like him , was an expert of torture.

"I like torturing more than I like healing , but we get a house already set up and everything , It would be a shame to waste this oppurtunity , Plus Chucky's there , we'll know someone." Sage stated as Jess made a noise of disgust.

"Still can't belive you lost the card game and had to give up

Chucky." Jess said to Chibs.

"We'll be a call away Little girl , just calll if we need to kill some Mayans." Happy stated as Sage got into their packed car , Jess hugged the three men , hopping in.

"Where's the fun in that when you could do it yourself." Sage said winking  as Jess started rambling about getting this show on the road.

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The two arrived at a house , it Reminded the girls of Piney's cabin , which they stayed at frequently , No other houses around , but not too far from town , it was perfect.

"Marcus , Thank you for this." Sage told the man she and her sister have known since they were children , The mayans and sons had their ups and downs , not only that but Sage had dated his son Esai , who would've proposed to her , until his death , she still has the ring on a chain around her neck , It was found by Diana , his mother ,and the first wife of marcus alvarez , who gave it to the then seventeen year old, no one has seen her sense the death of esai.

"No need for that niñita , welcome to Santo padre , if you two need anything , call." He said as they thanked him.

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"Angel where's your Prospect?" Obispo Losa , also known as Bishop , president of the mayans charter , asked

the man.

"He went too see our old man." Angel Reyes said , his little brother had some years shaved off his sentence , and is now prospecting for the club.

"Need him on this run , and Marcus wants him to show the trager girls around." Bishop said to him.

"Protection? , and the Bone lady and that little manipulator are here?" Angel said , you may be asking why he called Jess a manipulater , simply because she'll act dumb then end up beating you at your own game.

"Yes those two , Sage will be our go too doctor , Think he's ready?" Bishop questioned.

"Yeah." Angel said.

"Good." The shorter man said as he and Hank walked away.

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It went wrong fast , they got shot up , Sage and Jess drove to the rescue , Miguel was Pissed as he greeted the two.

Sage rushed over to Creeper , Greeting the men , Jess knew a bit of medical stuff thanks to her , so she helped with Riz,Ez and Sage locked eyes before she focused on creeper.

"So who was it ?" Miguel questioned the men , Creeper winced as Sage took a bullet out , cleaning the wound.

"Don't know , they were pros." Bishop said as Galindo looked through a book of fabrics.

"Well At least we didn't lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs." Miguel stated.

"They ambushed us sir , came out of nowhere." Creeper said as Sage made a makeshift sling out of fabric , Riz had somewhat recover , Its the best she could do without proper equipment , he'll have to go to another doctor untill she can get her hands on Stuff.

"You'll need time to heal , no going out and about for awhile." Sage stated to creeper , as Jess started twirling around in circles until she sat down.

"We change route... , vehicle...,time and day, every run is different , So... they came out of somewhere , and someone gave them the details." Miguel stated getting up.

"No one in my club." Bishop stated as Creeper winced.

"Implying im the one foolish enough , to employ a traitor ? , hmmm." Miguel said , no one noticed the two girls , angel , and coco , glance at eachother.

"The guy holding Gilly was dark skinned , Ink on his arm , it looked like uh... tribal letters , B-T-T." Ez said , as a prospect , a new one , speaking out of turn without being asked was a big no no.

Sage loved it , she was gonna enjoy every second of it.

"He remembers shit , had guns at our heads , who knows what the hell he saw." Angel sajd turning back around.

"The Prospect." Miguel said as Jess got up looking through fabrics.

"B-T-T , base town tribe , samoan gang out of san Bernardino." Bishop said thinking.

"Didn't some of them do time for killing Haji ?" He asked.

"Fallujah , Rival company crazy as fuck." Coco said.

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After discussing who it was that shot them up , Miguel wanted the shot caller , and they were gonna get him what he wants , threataning to kill a mayan if the shot called isn't at his church pew by tommorow , but the girls did realize he glanced towards them for a bit.

Yeah so much for not being on his radar.

But anyways Bishop had punched Ez for speaking out of turn.

"You don't speak unless we tell you too , I don't give a shit what you remember , Educate your prospect." Bishop told him before turning to angel.

Sage clapped slightly gaining their attention , Before helping Ez up , checking his face.

They walked away with taza telling them to Bring creeper to the doctor that usually takes care of them , honestly why is she here , he also stated that El Padrino's on his way.

They're lucky she's being paid , Jess was skipping around creeper , who laughed at the girl , who seemed to brighten things up.

"Padrino , Godfather." Ez translated as Angel got him up from the chair Sage sat him down on.

"Alvarez , The reason me and Jess came here." Sage stated , As Jess ran ahead of them spouting nonsense,into the tunnels they went.

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"Right there , Careful!" Sage exclaimed , as She helped the older male docter prepare stuff.

"Hiciste un buen trabajo, quizás tenga que contratarte." The doctor said to Sage as Jess sat down.

(you did a good job , I might have to hire you)

"gracias señor, hice lo mejor que pude con lo que tenía a mano, y podría aceptar esa oferta." Sage replied perfectly.

(thank you sir , I did my best with what was on hand , and I might take you up on that offer.)

And then they got to work , with Jess asking when the fuck she learned spanish.

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Part 1 of ep 1 perro/oc

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[narcolini]

in his shadow - pt. 4

ez reyes x oc: ava gomez (& bonus angel), 3072 words

for day 26 of whumpril, using alternative prompt: words that can’t be taken back

a/n: ahh i love making drama for the sake of drama, it’s so good for the soul

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc​ (let me know if u want to be tagged!)

previous part here

It’s been a week, well, a weekend and a day, and EZ still hasn’t heard from Ava. The last he saw of her, she was leaving the trailer, hair a mess, jacket and near-empty tequila bottle stuffed into her bag. It’d been good. Real fucking good. Nice, like they were dating, or something. Like there was a genuine connection between them. And then, nothing.

No text, no call.

He’s trying to be chilled about it. No biggie, because they aren’t dating, are they? They barely even know each other. Well, that’s a lie, even if it does make him feel better to think it. They’d gotten close fast enough to feel like he’s known her as long as the rest of the guys have. Longer, even. Maybe. He knows things she’s never told them. Heard the shit that goes on behind that doe-eyed expression, that endless look of kindness. It sits in her features even when she’s swearing, or chatting shit with liquor on her breath. Just endless, endless, kindness. Like she’d been drawn up by Disney or some shit.

‘The fuck you smiling about?’ Angel asks, lips tweaking like he’s in on it, catching his brother’s attention.

They’re parked up outside the sandwich place they can’t get enough of, waiting for the food coma to settle before they leave again. Angel’s reclined on his bike, head against the handle bars, EZ’s standing on the sidewalk, shoulder to the nearest pole.  

‘Nothing.’ EZ shrugs. ‘Just thinking.’

‘Bout what?’

‘You want a list or something? Stuff, things.’

Angel slides the shades up from his face, into his hair. He’s scrutinising him like he knows something, or is about to. Like he can read the thoughts in EZ’s head. ‘Did you get laid?’ he asks, uncertain of his guess until he sees EZ’s chin dip in response. ‘Ho—ly fuck. Little bro finally got his dick wet.’

‘Shut up, man.’

‘Who’s the lucky princess?’ He smirks. ‘I know her?’

EZ’s head shakes. He hates when Angel’s like this, hates even more when he’s right about it too. ‘I’m not telling you when you’re being a dick about it.’

He sits up, boots planting on the ground either side of his bike. ‘Shit, it’s that serious? Why am I only just hearing about it now?’

How does he answer that? Logically, he know’s it not serious, not by their standards. Not by Ava’s either, probably. But he has to physically stop himself from saying yes, because that’s the answer that tries to fly out. Yeah, kinda. Yeah, I hope so.

‘I don’t know,’ he says instead. ‘Maybe.’

‘Maybe?’ Angel’s teetering on a laugh, pure glee at his brothers uncertainty sitting behind his eyes. He could do this for hours. ‘You gotta give me a name, Romeo. Who’s got you all caught up like this?’

EZ sighs. He’s got two options, a long death, drawn out and real fucking annoying, or the short, merciful one. Sure to sting, but quicker to fade. ‘Well,’ he starts, hanging his thumbs in his jean pockets, ‘me and Ava have kind of…’

‘Kind of…’ Angel winds his head in EZ’s vision, trying to lure the rest of it out of him. ‘Started a bookclub, or what? The fuck is it, bro?’

‘We’ve been hanging out.’

He squints, then his eyes go wide. ‘Oh, come on, Ezekiel.’

‘There it is.’ He shouldn’t have said anything. Should’ve lied and said he was smiling about his fucking sandwich.

‘You slept with her?’ Angel’s voice pitches up, like he can’t believe it. ‘Damn, bro, it’s like you fucking hate happiness. My God.’

He’s shaking his head at him, but EZ’s no idea why. Honestly, he hasn’t a fucking clue. What was so bad about it? They’re both adults, they’re both single. He know’s Ava’s baggage as well as anyone, better even, than Angel himself. If anything, spending time with her had made him happier than he’s been in years. The first real good thing to happen since getting out.

‘The fuck does that mean, Angel?’

He ignores the question, muttering to himself, as he toys with the helmet in his lap. ‘That’s so fucked up, man.’

‘Why is it?’ EZ's back straightens, a defensive response. He’s starting to get irritated. ‘It was her idea.’

‘Yeah,’ Angel nods, ‘and now you’re all up in your feelings, falling in love with her, while she’s out, acting all new and sexy and shit, thanks to your dumbass self.’

‘What’s wrong with that?’

‘What’s wrong with…’ He scoffs, looking up again. ‘You realise she’s about to go out and get a man that isn’t in a fucking MC now? Probably on Tinder already. You’re a rebound, boy-scout.’

EZ bristles, jaw clenching. He tries to shake it off afterwards, like Angel’s words are nothing at all, just noise without weight. It isn’t convincing, even he can tell that. He’s got a face like a scolded child. ‘You don’t know that,’ he says.

‘Don’t I?’ Angel laughs. ‘Been in this club way fucking longer than you, and I ain’t never seen a widow go for a Mayan twice.’

He’s right, EZ knows that. Even though he’s not seen it himself, he can recognise why. One death would put you off for good, but it isn’t like that, is it? Ava hadn’t used him as the jumping point for the return of her love life. Wouldn’t mess him about for the sake of messing about. And it wasn’t like he was in love with her, or falling, even. They were just hanging out. It was fun, mutually. It still is. It can be as simple as that, no matter what Angel puts into his head.

‘You spoken to her since?’ Angel asks.

He doesn’t answer, which says all Angel needs to hear. Tutting, laughing, head shaking like EZ is utterly clueless.

‘You’re full of shit, Angel,’ he snarks, pulling his own helmet from the seat of his bike. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Yeah, cause you’re the expert on women.’

I know her, he wants to say, clicking the strap under his chin. I know her, and you don’t, even with all the years you had to get there. Maybe it was rebound, maybe he’s the rebound, but so what, right? That doesn’t mean he’s fucked up, or ruined whatever they’d started. Ava had wanted someone to treat her like a normal fucking woman, and he’d done that, that’s all.

That’s all, isn’t it?

*

‘There’s someone out front for you, Ava.’

‘Really?’ She looks up from her work, hand mid-wipe over the leather seat. ‘I’ve not booked anyone in for the afternoon.’

Her colleague shrugs, not lingering long enough to explain beyond, ‘He said he’s here to see you.’

She only has a handful of male clients—eyebrows, botox, lip-filler—but none of them are due anytime soon. If one of them’s back already, then it can only be a bad thing. A complaint, maybe, a mistake on her part. God. She hates dealing with that. The guilt over it, no matter how small, is enough to knock her confidence for weeks. To make her doubt her qualifications entirely. She chucks the cloth on the side, peeling the gloves from her hands to toss them in the trash on the way past. It’ll be okay, really, she doesn’t have any clients that would hold it against her. I mean, she’s an aesthetician, not a robot. Mistakes happen. Bodies react in different ways, even if you’ve had the treatment before.

She rounds the corner, into the small shop front that acts as a greeting desk and waiting room all in one, and finds it’s not a client at all. It’s EZ, full leathers and helmet, standing dark against the blinding pink of the walls.

‘Oh,’ she can’t help but feel relieved, ‘it’s you.’

He smiles, looking shy from her reaction. ‘Yeah, hey.’

‘D’you need something?’ She pauses behind the desk, waiting as he dawdles forward. It’s obvious he isn’t comfortable here. He looks seconds from sprinting out the door, knocking fake palms trees and magazine stands on his way. ‘Did you call me?’

‘Nah, I figured I’d just stop buy. Speak to you in person.’ He puts his elbow on the desk in front of her, leaning like he’s comfortable. Or trying to be. ‘You got a minute?’

She has an entire afternoon, technically, but she also has a shit load of paperwork to catch up on. Expenses to list, lash in-fills to count. ‘Sure, I got a window.’ An hour, for him, is nothing.

She nods toward the back, inviting him to follow. They could talk here, sure, but he looks like he wants privacy. And, well, she doesn’t really want her colleagues to see them chatting in the first place. She’d got this job after Seb had died, unable to go back to her last one. So the shock of a man in a kutte, lingering in the middle of the shop, might send a gossip shockwave strong enough to unsettle her peace forever. The questions would never stop—and God knows, she doesn’t have the patience for that.

‘You been good?’ he asks, walking behind her.

‘Yeah, busy.’

‘Though I might’ve heard from you.’

She lets him into her room, and shuts the door behind. He looks just as out of place here, standing by the reclining seat, under the white lights, as he did out front. ‘I know,’ she sighs, ‘I haven’t had a minute to stop.’

He nods but doesn’t look convinced. It’s not like she’s lying, not like she has any reason too. They’d made up, she thought, more than made up. The last time they hung out, they’d ended the day on a high she’d never even imagined. Swollen lips, fresh spirit, an electricity under her skin that she’d forgotten the feeling of. She didn’t think they had any more catching up to do. Let’s call it even, he said, and then sweeten the deal on top of it.

‘Is something the matter?’ she asks, because he clearly isn’t going to start himself. He’s standing like he’s scared to move, one thigh against the leg-rest.

‘Nah.’ His head shakes, brow pinching. ‘Not really.’

‘But?’

He sighs, settling his hands on the edges of his cut, fists over his chest. ‘Honestly, Angel got in my head about something,’ he confesses. ‘Thought I could talk to you about it.’

Now it’s her turn to frown, because she never got the impression Angel had the ability. EZ’s the brainy one, the logical one. Angel surely had no way of twisting his thoughts away from himself.

‘Oh boy.’ She lets out a breath, moving to lean against the nearest counter. ‘Should I be worried?’

He smiles slightly, just enough to put it into the creases of his eyes. ‘Depends,’ he says, ‘on whether I’m a rebound or not.’

‘What?’

‘Angel thinks you’ve, I don’t know. Shit.’ He sighs. ‘Can we start that again?’

‘A rebound?’ How could he be, how could he or Angel even think that? For starters, it’s been three fucking years since Sebastian died. If he was a rebound, it was less of a bounce and more like a delayed crack, a skimmed stone that made one fucking ripple, way out into the bay. ‘As in, what? I used you to make myself feel better?’

He’s exhaling through his teeth, rubbing the back of his head. ‘That came out wrong, was trying to make a dumb joke, lighten the mood. Sorry.’

But it came from somewhere, out his lips like he’d been wondering it his whole way here. ‘No, go on. What did Angel think?’

‘You don’t want to know.’

‘Well someone’s gonna have to explain that rebound line, EZ.’

He looks like he wants the ground to eat him, whole and scrambling, but he carries on. To his credit, he carries on. ‘He thinks us sleeping together was a mistake.’

She doesn’t comment on the fact that telling Angel in the first place, is the real mistake, but from the looks of him he’s knows it already. Like he regrets it enough to make her overlook it, focusing on the next problem. ‘And that matters because…?'

‘Like I said, he got in my head about it.’

‘How?’

‘How what?’

‘How did he get in your fucking head?’ she stresses, almost laughing at the absurdity of it. They’re parroting each others words like they’re speaking a different language. ‘Angel thinks a lot of dumb shit, and you never take notice of that. Why does it matter now?’

Why is it any of his business? How can something like that even be a mistake, when it’s just fun, just two people enjoying themselves. If Angel’s said she’s using EZ as a rebound, to propel herself forward in some way, why would he care, why would he—

‘Oh my god,’ she breathes, ‘you believe him, don’t you? You think I’m using you?’

‘What?’ His face scrunches, disgust showing in the kiss of his teeth. ‘No, course not.’

‘Well, you believe something, EZ. What the fuck is it? A rebound or a mistake?’

‘Neither.’ His voice is sharper now, words hardening into annoyance. ‘I just want to know what the fuck the plan is from here,’ he says. ‘Cause, you know, I’ve not heard from you at all since it happened.’

‘So, naturally, I have to have been using you?’

If she’d known he’d be this concerned, this paranoid about five days of quiet, she’d have never bothered. Honestly, she’d have never let it get past kissing in the first place. Some people can’t do just sex—Hell, she used to be one of them—if she’d known that was the case with him, she’d have stopped that train long ago. Saved them both the stress.

‘You know,’ he says carefully, like he’s holding something back, ‘you know, I wouldn’t think that.’

She flaps her arms up. ‘You near enough said it yourself, EZ. The fuck am I meant to do? Read minds?’

He turns away, just for a moment, to take a breath big enough to lift his shoulders. She watches them go up, down, up again. When he’s facing her afterwards, he looks calmer. Not believably so, but in the conscious, put on like a mask, way. He’s trying, at least. She appreciates that, as much as it does nothing for the sourness in her stomach. The quiet anger beneath her ribcage.

‘Look, I just, really didn’t know what the fuck to think, okay?’

She nods. Carry on, keep digging.

‘Angel said all this shit, and I hadn’t heard from you.’ His voice lowers a fraction. ‘And I know the stuff with Seb is always gonna be there.’

‘Make your point, EZ.’ She tries to sound commanding, but it comes out too quiet, almost like a plea. The mention of Sebastian now, right now, in relation to whatever she’s started between them, is the last thing either of them need. It doesn’t help his argument in the way he thinks it does.

‘I don’t care,’ he says, ‘if this goes no where. I don’t care if we never fucking touch each other again.’ He’s closer now, eyes intense on hers. ‘But if your plan is to avoid me forever—’

She cuts him off. ‘When have I said that?’

He waits, searching her expression.

‘I’ve been busy,’ she says, for what feels like the hundredth time, true or not. ‘I didn’t think sex came with a contract, y’know? One fuck equals three texts a day.’

He laughs, but it’s dry as anything, stripped of all humour. ‘Come on, Ava. If you don’t wanna talk like adults, I don’t know why I’m even here.’

‘Yeah, me and you both.’ This wasn’t even an issue before Angel had spoken to him, wouldn’t be something worth talking about at all, if she’d just been allowed to come back to him in her time. Of her own accord. ‘I had no intentions of blowing you off, EZ,’ she says, putting it like an insult somehow. Too highly strung to use it as the mediator she intended it to be. ‘If anything, I was really fucking happy with, y’know, whatever we’ve got going on.’

It still works, though. Words tight, or not, they land all the same, softening EZ’s shoulders. Putting a lighter breath into his throat.

‘Yeah, sure,’ she continues, ‘I’m not planning on having a relationship any time soon—but that doesn’t mean I’m using you.’

‘I know.’

‘I wouldn’t do that.’

He sighs, repeating it. ‘I know.’

‘I should’ve text you,’ she admits. ‘But I didn’t think you’d be taking advice from Angel, of all people.’

He catches the slight smile she’s offering, doubling it himself, and partnering it with a half-laugh. ‘Shit,’ he says, ‘I might kill him, actually. Think that’s probably the best solution.’

‘That or sewing his mouth shut.’

He snorts, head twitching sideways with he force of it. ‘That’d solve half my fucking problems in one.’

‘Yeah,’ she agrees, ‘me too.’ Someone should’ve thought of that sooner. ‘So, are we good? No pressure and no panic either, right?’

He doesn’t want it to be just sex, doesn’t want that to signal the end of them hanging out at all, but she equally doesn’t want it to be a promise of anything more. If he can’t meet her in the middle, then a clean break is all they have left. Back to how it was, with her as the widow, and him as the prospect. Nothing more, nothing less. Two people with one foot in the ring.

But he nods, and she sighs like the alternative would’ve made her collapse.

‘I really gotta stop saying shit without thinking,’ he says, smiling faintly.

She mirrors him. ‘True, but I have to stop saying nothing at all. Keep forgetting you you aren’t as old and fucked up as me.’

‘Woah,’ he frowns, ‘old? Come on, you got at least ten years before retirement.’

She laughs, too caught off guard to be offended. She’s got six years on him, max, but it’s not worth fighting over it now. ‘I like how you’re fine with the fucked up part.’

‘Oh, you’re definitely wrong there too. Fucked up beyond imagination, really.’

‘Mhm,’ she nods, matching his tease, ‘keep going. Your chances of never touching me again are really starting to sky-rocket.’

[cregansgf]

You Belong to Me. - Angel Reyes

He slammed the beer bottle on the bar never taking his eyes off her. She was doing it on purpose he knew she was.

And fuck did he hate it.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

His hands never left my waist as we “danced”

“Your really cute you know” I whispered biting down on his ear lightly

“Oh really?” Ez mumbled his hands roaming further down my body

“I love you Ez but get your hands off her now.” Angel snapped walking over

I turned my head to look at him as a smirk formed on my face “But we’re having fun”

He grabbed my wrist dragging me to the bathroom before quickly slamming the door shut backing me against the sink.

“You think it’s cute acting like a slut?” He questioned sliding his hands up my skirt

“Mm your brother seems to like it”

That’s all it took for the switch in him to flip. His hands went to her shirt ripping it off throwing it to the floor doing the same with her skirt.

“No panties or bra? Fucking whore.” He spat attaching his lips to hers his hands sliding between her legs.

A whimper left her mouth as he pulled away sliding his finger inside her. “This pussy.” He paused picking up his pace his fingers moving faster inside her “Mine.”

He uses his other hand to cup one of her boobs lowering his mouth to suck on one momentarily before pulling away. “These boobs.” he smirked giving the other a soft kiss “Mine.”

“These beautiful lips” He whispered bringing his mouth to hers placing a sloppy kiss before pulling away “Mine.”

He pulled out his fingers from inside her before sucking her juices off his finger. When he finished he cupped her face with his hands forcing her to look at him “You belong to me.” He stated before smirking and leaving the bathroom

“Never forget who you belong to princess” He laughed before closing the door behind him.

I’d genuinely do anything this man told me to.

-hails🧸

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TW: cussing

Novel Attraction - Part 1

The air inside the Santo Padre Public Library is thick with the scent of old paper, fresh ink, and the faintest trace of lemon-scented cleaner.

Rows upon rows of tall, wooden bookshelves stretch towards the ceiling, their contents a mixture of well-worn novels, encyclopedias, and neatly organized reference materials.

The glow of the midday sun filters through large arched windows, casting long golden streaks across the carpeted floor.

It’s your first day as a Digital Archivist, a position you worked hard to secure.

All be it in this small boarder town, apparently some big wig philanthropist has funded the position to the local council.

The title alone carries a sense of importance—you’re not just shelving books or checking out library cards, you’re preserving history, digitizing rare texts, and maintaining both a hand picked and online record of Santo Padre’s past.

You’re proud of it, a chance to preserve something for future generations.

When your not in your office, most people naturally assume you’re a librarian.

Which is exactly what you let the two Reyes brothers believe.

You're behind the front desk, carefully scanning and cataloging a set of old town records for the archive, when the sound of heavy boots against the wooden floor pulls your attention.

Their entrance is a sharp juxtaposition to the quite of the library—Angel Reyes first, his stride confident and lazy at the same time, followed closely by his younger brother, Ez Reyes.

You clock them immediately they are a contrast to each other as well. Ez, with his thoughtful expression and quiet intensity, browses the bookshelves with purpose, while Angel...

Angel is looking at you.

You meet his gaze before returning to your work, sorting through a selection of old records brought in by a lovely older woman thirty minutes ago.

Angel's dark brown eyes, sharp but amused, scan you like he’s already decided you’re something interesting.

There’s something off-putting about the way he carries himself—relaxed, but predatory, like he’s already planned five different ways to mess with you.

And then, just like that, his full lips curve into a smirk.

"Damn... the library got an upgrade."

"Can I help you?" you ask, keeping your tone polite and professional.

Angel leans an elbow on the counter, his body angled towards you in a way that feels far too familiar for a first meeting.

His scent—leather, cologne, and a hint of woodiness—lingers in the space between you, dispite your stuble lean backwards.

"I don’t know, cariño. Can you?"

His voice is low and teasing, like he’s never been turned down before.

Ez, still searching through books, rolls his eyes.

"Ignore him, he doesn’t get out much."

You bite your cheek to keep from laughing.

Angel narrows his eyes at you, like he can sense you trying not to laugh at his expense.

"You new?"

You nod, returning your eyes to your cataloging once more moving the triplet loupe over the old faded print. "First day."

"So, you just woke up one day and thought, ‘Damn, I wanna work at the most boring place in Santo Padre?’" he quipped ducking his head to try to catch your eyes.

"I don’t think it’s boring!" You offer politely.

He tilts his head, watching you.

"No? Tell me, what’s the most exciting thing that’s happened here? Some abuelita lose her library card?"

You cross your arms, finally looking up "I’ll have you know, libraries are important. They preserve knowledge, history, culture—"

"You’re in Santo Padre. We don’t do ‘culture’ here, we do tequila and bad decisions."

Ez, flipping through a book, doesn’t even look up.

"You do bad decisions. I read."

"Oh, I like you" You chuckle at Ez’s comment

Angel glares at him, then turns his attention back to you.

"So what, you just sit here all day playing with books?"

You hesitate, not bothering to correct him.  "Yea we'll go with that."

Angels smirk returns.

"Cute. Guess that explains why you still look so..."

He gestures vaguely at all if you.

Ez, finally deciding on a few books, approaches the counter.

"She’s probably smarter than both of us combined, Angel. You could learn something."

"Thank you... " You trail off not knowing his name.

"Ez, Ezekiel" he returns offering his hand.

You shake it lightly, offering your own name in return as Angel scoffs and rolls his eyes.

As you check out Ez’s books, Angel continues to watch you. His gaze lingers on your hands, your mouth, the way you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his stare.

As they turn to leave, he calls over his shoulder—

"See you around, librarian."

Ez mutters something about Angel being annoying as they step outside.

And just like that, they’re gone.

The afternoon sun hangs heavy in the sky, casting waves of heat over the cracked pavement of Santo Padre.

The small town hums with a quiet sort of life—the occasional roar of a motorcycle, the distant laughter of children playing near the corner store, the faint smell of spices drifting from a row of street vendors.

You take your time exploring, letting yourself breathe it all in.

There’s something endearing about the town, despite its rough edges. It’s not a place that pretends to be perfect—it just is.

Eventually, your wandering leads you to a small shop with faded red signage and a hand-painted wooden board.

Carnicería Reyes.

A butcher shop.

You hesitate before stepping inside, the little bell above the door chiming softly.

The cool air inside is a relief, carrying with it the rich, savory scent of freshly cut meats, spices, and something vaguely smoky.

Behind the counter, an older man with weathered hands and a measured expression looks up from where he’s wrapping a cut of beef.

"Buenas tardes, señorita. First time here?"

You nod, offering him a polite smile. "Yes, I—uh, I just moved here for work. I was just exploring the town."

His dark eyes study you for a moment, quiet and knowing, before he gives a slow nod.

"Good. People should know where their food comes from."

There’s something steady about him—like a man who has seen too much, lost too much, and has learned to speak only when necessary.

It’s oddly comforting.

As you browse, he speaks again.

"So what kind of work brings you to Santo Padre?"

You glance up from where you’re inspecting a pack of chicken thighs. "I work at the library, archive work mostly."

The corner of his mouth lifts just slightly.

"That must be important work."

You nod. "It is. I love it."

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—approval, maybe, or respect.

"Not many young people are interested in history anymore. It’s good that you are."

You smile, a little surprised by how easy the conversation feels.

"I think history matters. It reminds us of where we came from."

The man’s hands still for just a fraction of a second before he resumes wrapping a fresh order.

"Yes," he murmurs, "it does."

The bell above the door chimes again, and the moment is shattered by the sound of boots on tile.

"Pops! You got any—"

Angel Reyes stops mid-step.

You turn just in time to see his expression shift—from casual indifference to something else.

"Damn. First the library, now Pops shop? If I find you at the bar next, I’m gonna start thinking you’re stalking me."

Felipe, calm as ever, wipes his hands on a rag and nods.

"I see you've met my son, Angel."

You glance back at Angel, who’s now grinning like he just won a bet.

"Small world, huh?" He grins

You smile politely. "I guess so."

Angel leans against the counter, studying you like you’re some kind of rare curiosity.

Felipe doesn’t react, but you catch the hint of a smirk as he hands you your bag.

You thank him, pay for your order, and turn to leave.

Just before you step outside, Angel calls after you—

"See you around, querida."

You don’t look back, but you can hear the grin in his voice.